Hello!
(Storytime ahead)
So I finally got to go to Adventure cove, and the best part?
I went with my girls like man last time we met was during our staycation last year (cue the tears)
But it really felt like no time has passed, except for the untold stories we got to catch up on heh heh.
Overall it was a fun place and a fun day!
Left home before 9am and started with breakfast together before walking into Sentosa.
It wasn't crowded, so queues were all super short and we of course took advantage and took riptide thrice.
Snorkelled with fishes where me and fatin got stuck for so long laughing and trying to move hahahah and yol disappeared into the abyss!
Did cliff jumps which was surprisingly scary (didnt think i'd feel nerves at all, now I feel bad laughing at mr bean hahahah) but the fun outweighs the nerves so we good!
Ended the day by running into the waves before we slept in the lazy river and finally got out.
Went for dinner at macs and talked about secondary school!
Reached home about 9.15pm and had an hour watching tv before I left home again to send mama to A&E at TTSH.
So from 10pm to 2am I was killing time siting at the waiting room while mama was inside waiting to finish the drips.
Watched tv, read a magazine and refreshed fb 5 times and then came a man in a wheelchair who was placed a few feet from me.
He was talking to himself and hurling vulgarities in every 4 words or so and at first I was ok with it because I thought he was like sick (please dont take any offence idk how else to put it haha...)
He got louder and more fluent in the language and I began tolerating it because still, I really thought he was sick.
Know that by this time, I was shagged from swimming, I had been standing for 2 hours and sitting for 2 hours, and my eyes were hurting from wearing specs so I was all around uncomfortable.
Times like this I thank god for my nocturnal self because imagine if I had felt sleepy above all that, I dont think i'd survive hahahaha.
The documentary I was watching on tv ended so there was nothing on tv, I finished reading the magazines and the last thing I wanted was to play my phone.
There was a guy sitting at my row who I guess was frustrated too but he geniusly dealt with it by playing music out loud.
Imagine this; someone talking loudly to himself and country music playing (at least the song was nice but I was just stumped as to why he would even think to do that)
So with these new additions to my internal struggles (hahah drama) and the fact that I was physically tired of sitting, I had to finally walk out because I cannot stand the vulgarities omG if there's a thing I cannot tahan it's people swearing too much because my ears and brain are tortured.
Once outside, I saw a man trying to talk to the guard about something, he seemed mad so I avoided looking at him and then went back inside to lepak again.
Few mins later the man from outside came and sat down near me and he asked if I was the one sitting nearby the guy in the wheelchair. (at the same time, I saw the wheelchair guy being pushed somewhere else)
Turns out this man was outside asking the guard if they could do something about the wheelchair guy because he and his drunk ass was causing a chaos.
He apologised for using me as one of the reasons to put the dude away (because im a girl and it's not nice at all to curse in front of a lady) and I thanked him for speaking up.
He is a 63 year old caucasian man who was waiting for his wife and like me, was alone and had hours to kill.
We talked about the randomest topics and I learnt about his family.
This uncle I was talking to belongs to a rare species of a man brought up to be chivalrous because you know, most "gentlemen" only behaves that way towards their loved ones, but this man, I tell you is a gem!
I immediately felt like I was talking to a father figure as he was sharing a lot of tips and life stories, and he was also a good listener.
We had a lot of common mindsets and agreed upon the same principals.
We ended up talking for a good almost 3 hours before his daughter in law told him that they should go home first and return later in the day.
We bid our goodbyes and swee, my mum called me telling me she's done!
Once he left I couldn't stop thanking Allah for granting a prayer I haven't even made, and sending me a company to help occupy the time and best of all distract me from the tiredness I felt.
Time flew by and Alhamdulillah mama was ok.
Reached home at almost 6am and after a few youtube videos I KOed and ended up waking up at 12.30pm.
I felt like this was an experience I will remember for life; how I somehow managed to not be a brat and give into my nagging brain trying to tell me I was tired, how I was given a companion even if it was for a few hours and not only that, how I learnt to be more open-minded, civil-minded and learnt a lot more life lessons.
I pray god gives everyone who might be facing sickness right now strength to pull through, and I hope you give them health.
Today was thankfully a day for me to relax before a hectic weekend.
Tomorrow will be the results and I just want to skip the nonsense of having to go to prison (I mean school), listen to them talk and wait one by one for the results but ugh.
I pray for the best not only for myself but for all collecting the results.
May you strengthen our hearts to accept what you have determined for us and may we remember to remember you in happiness and sadness.
Amin, amin.
Alright I want to eat la hello.
Adeu ^^
